Chapter 929: Determined 3

Wen Ruyu knew that Feng Qingxue was quite busy, so he did not blame her for not coming to perform her duties as a student for several days. Instead, he handed her some painting tips that he had recently written.

"Please find me some paper and pen. While you are at home and I have the energy, I will dictate all my unpublished manuscripts. When you return to the army and I am not with you, you can study my works and practice hard."

As a master in the painting world, Wen Ruyu has written more than a dozen works on the appreciation and techniques of calligraphy and painting. Some of them have been published and are widely known, while some unpublished manuscripts that are still being compiled were burned when he fell into misfortune. He did not want his life's hard work to be lost, so when he accepted Feng Qingxue as his apprentice, he thought about rewriting them.

Feng Qingxue said respectfully: "I will send it to the teacher tomorrow. Are you used to using a fountain pen or a brush?"

"Of course it's a brush. I'm not used to using a fountain pen. I feel uncomfortable no matter how I use it." He has used a brush all his life and only recently started using a fountain pen to write a letter of apology, but the old man hates fountain pens.

"Okay, I'll prepare the brush and ink for you."

Wen Ruyu said willfully, "Don't use the ink in the bottle. The words written with it don't look good at all. Do you have an inkstone? Do you have an ink stick? The ink ground with an ink stick is better than the ink in the bottle."

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "We have them all. If they're not available, I'll try to find them for you."

She really had these treasures in her space, including priceless inkstones and pine soot ink with hundreds of years of history, all of which were bought on the black market. She probably also had Hu brushes. She remembered that Father Lu had given her a set of four treasures of the study. If she didn't have them, she would go to some old shops to buy them. In order to get rid of old ideas, these old shops had basically closed down, but the goods had not been completely destroyed.

After hearing this, Wen Ruyu nodded with satisfaction. Taking the flashlight brought by Feng Qingxue, the old man shone it on a detailed painting brought by Feng Qingxue. He looked at it carefully bit by bit and couldn't help frowning.

Feng Qingxue casually mentioned Wen Ruyu's meticulous painting of a lady.

Wen Ruyu suddenly realized, "I was wondering why this painting of yours looks so familiar. It turns out that it is a copy of the painting of a lady I painted when I was middle-aged. I remember I gave that painting away, and I don't know where it is now. Where did you see it?"

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "What do you think A Jiang and I have been busy with during this period? We didn't come to learn from you. We hid in the scrap yard in the city, secretly took out the cultural relics and antiques that flowed into the scrap yard, and then hid them in uninhabited places. The money spent is a small matter, but the main thing is the effort and fear. I found your painting from the waste paper pile, but the picture is slightly damaged, so I have to repair it later."

Wen Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately praised him, "Of course, of course. Learning is a small matter now, but saving the country's cultural heritage is a big matter! It's a big matter! We have a long time to learn, don't rush, don't rush. As long as I am alive, I will teach you attentively. But those cultural heritages, once they enter the factory, they will really be gone."

At this point, the old man's eyes welled up with tears, his face full of grief, "Your uncle Huang Qinghong is an expert in ancient culture research and works in the History Museum. His collection of precious books in the room was all burned!"

(End of this chapter)